(Submitted by the author)
Snowflakes:
no two alike,
fall to an open hand,
but before the eye can focus on the shapes of them -
they’re gone.
Joy:
a moment of grace,
translating inspiration,
unpredictable and evanescent.
Memories:
left to traverse the essence of being
that yearns for hands that can hold
and time that is stopped by new eyes,
which in one breath will lose their light.
Leaving one searching, though preoccupied,
Constantly interrupted,
The heart beats,
The body breathes,
The soul waits,
Impatient
Forcing,
Looking down dark alleys,